Poetry Thursday. Time
This week's prompt at Poetry Thursday is Time. No further instructions, directions or requests applied, so I'm interpreting it by picking out the first poem from my folder that has a Time Theme. Sorry, but I appear to have a bottomless well of these self-pitying poems. Bear with me. It has to pass, and something else will begin to appear eventually.
The Third Summer
And this one has more sunshine.
I am wearing clothes you’ve never touched.
This one, I am sleeping lightly:
awake to see the stars
slip into turquoise silk and go.
And in the garden when the day is sunny,
no-one but me. –
A thrush, a butterfly,
a pollen-drunk bumble-bee
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